The facts are cruel.

Outside the warehouse of the Pasquire family's textile workshop, local handicraft shop owners and traders of Bordeaux, large and small, stood the small open space at the door tightly. Everyone wanted to know why the Pasquire family could sell cotton at such a low price, even if he only sold the lowest-grade white cotton.

Some larger traders and textile factory owners have entered the warehouse and are negotiating with Julian of the Pasquiel family. Those who stay outside the door are some small and medium-sized traders and small textile workshop owners. They think they are not qualified to have a dialogue with the interests represented by Pasquiel at the first time, so they can only stand outside the door and wait for news.

While waiting anxiously, they exchanged rumors with people around them that they had obtained from various channels.

"I heard that two ships to Madras under the name of Pasquire were sunk in a storm and he owed a lot of money. Therefore, in order to recover funds, he began to sell cotton cloth in large quantities. This hateful guy completely disrupted the market." A gray-haired old man complained endlessly.

"But I heard that he sold a cotton cloth called "East Coast Cloth" that has never appeared in Bordeaux." Another young businessman confused, "In fact, it is the first time I have heard of this "East Coast Cloth". Why is it so cheap? Where is it produced? India, China, or Africa?"

"Not India, not China, and of course not Africa, which is still in ignorance!" said a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing a cheap Italian new wool dress and his temples were slightly frosty. He looked like a small and medium-sized businessman who worked hard all year round.

"'East Coast cloth' is produced in the East Coast Republic of China in the New World. It has a very reliable quality and is incredibly cheap." The middle-aged businessman continued, "I have inquired. Now the Pasquire family's warehouse has more than 50,000 such 'East Coast cloth'. They look very energetic and are ready to play with a big one."

"Fifty thousand horses?" The small and medium-sized businessmen were shocked, and the textile workshop owners next to them were even more disgusted.

"Bordeaux consumes only more than 50,000 cotton pads in a whole year. What do old Pasquire want to do? What about those big men? Why don't you come out to stop them?! They are infringing on the interests of merchants in the Kingdom of France." A workshop owner shouted indignantly.

"Is the Indian cotton invasion going to happen again more than 20 years ago? Pasquiel was the first warrior to Bordeaux to challenge Indian cotton. Now has he betrayed us?" Some businessmen recalled the past when Indian cotton invaded the French market by the re-exported sale of the British East India Company.

"The incident of Indian cotton invasion that year caused the bankruptcy of fifteen handmade textile factories in Bordeaux. This time, the incident seemed even more serious than that year. God, I took this factory from my father, which had been passed down for more than 50 years. I don't want it to be destroyed in my hands, which will make me feel uneasy!" A businessman was a little excited, and it can be seen that the storm that year had had a great impact on him.

"Where is Mr. Ludwig?" someone asked suddenly, "Mr. Ludwig is a...uh...right man. He also has a textile factory under his name that employs more than thirty people. He will not sit idly by and watch such an infringement of everyone's interests happen."

"Mr. Ludwig went to Marseille and heard that he was going to deal with some business disputes. But I'm not sure how long it would take for him to return to Bordeaux, maybe a few days, maybe two weeks, who knows."

"Two weeks later, my hired workers and I were already starving to death!"

"God, burn these devils to death!"

Just as the door was clamoring outside the door, the door of the warehouse, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened. Several middle-aged men in exquisite gowns walked out, and there were a large number of servants following them. The men looked ashen. After taking the hats handed over by the servant, they didn't say much and walked straight outside. At the door of the warehouse were Julian of the Pasquiel family, his servant Michel, and two guys who seemed to have oriental faces.

These merchants and workshop owners were all very eyebrowed. Seeing that the negotiations between the two sides were broken, the textile guild was already in a de facto division. At this time, it was time for them to make a painful choice.

The small and medium-sized traders are most confused at this time. They have too little useful information to make a clear enough judgment on the future. Although they don’t have much inventory at hand and it’s easy to turn around, they dare not make a decision to go to which side. Perhaps one day the government or textile guild will issue a bill to prohibit the sale of East Bank cloth or impose high tariffs on East Bank cloth. If they buy East Bank cloth, they will encounter the same dilemma as the local cotton cloth at hand now - they can’t sell it at all.

But if this matter cannot be decided for a while, then the East Bank cloth can be sold forever and let itself watch others make money. How frustrating would it be. If those merchants who speculate early take the opportunity to occupy the market, how can they make trouble in the future? These merchants are confused and can't make up their minds for a while, so they have to find people everywhere to find out the news.

Xu Xin sat at a table in the warehouse, playing with a quill in his hand. Sitting next to him was a pale tall and thin man, a senior spy from the State Intelligence Administration. They had just participated in this round of consultations with Julian, targeting other senior members of the Textile Guild and their traders and partners.

The negotiations were completely broken in terms of results, and the positions between the two sides could even be said to be completely opposite. The other party asked the Pasquiel family not to sell East Coast cotton at the current low price that "disturbs the market", and the selling price of East Coast cloth must be increased to more than 12 Sz per horse. Given that "thousands of" cotton cloth have flowed into the market, the Pasquiel family must compensate for the losses suffered by other cotton cloth manufacturers and traders, and the amount of compensation will be decided by the Textile Guild meeting to discuss.

"I actually put forward such an insulting condition that almost demands the full surrender of our East Bank. Can I say that these French guys are broken?" Mo Ming, wearing a wide-edged beaver hat, said playfully, "Are they full of confidence and are ready to use some means to solve us?"

"They are the original vested interests and have irreconcilable conflicts with us. Cooperation is impossible. We must now keep a close eye on the other party's next move and don't be misled by others. By the way, although I can't control you, such as you 'stics', I advise you to be more low-key in Bordeaux." Xu Xin frowned and said, "Many people are staring at us. The matters that come forward are done by agents like Pasquire. We can just act low-key and make a fortune in silence. We are not familiar with the place here, so I don't want anything to happen to you."

Mo Ming smiled and said casually: "Of course. There is no free lunch in the world. Since Julian and the others want to spend money on the ground, they must take on the corresponding responsibilities. Don't worry, we just collect some information and develop some local informants and will not do any "wet work". Of course, with our current strength, we can't do some "wet work", haha."

Xu Xin frowned in disgust. He was not interested in intelligence personnel and always felt that these gloomy guys were not good people. Moreover, he subconsciously thought that this was a kind of discomfort of the Executive Committee's work, and this feeling was very bad.

"Forget it, I don't want to do this anymore." Xu Xinxin sighed, stood up and walked to Julian at the door, and said, "Julian, my friend. These people are the first enemies to block the way forward. Our current behavior is equivalent to grab food from their mouths. If they don't react fiercely, I will find it strange. Therefore, we must strengthen our confidence, take the opportunity to speed up sales, and defeat them in one fell swoop."

"Yes, that's right." Julian looked at the backs of these people coldly and whispered: "The market's capacity in the short term is limited. The annual consumption of Bordeaux is only more than 50,000. We can place up to 26,000 high-quality cotton cloth on the market in a short period of time. Even if only part of it is sold in Bordeaux, it is enough to make the local cotton cloth market saturated in a short period of time. Next, let's see what the handmade factory owners and cotton cloth traders who have stocked up a lot of old goods. The cotton cloth they have on hand will undoubtedly be in a state of unsalable sales. I want to see, what does it feel like if a large piece of goods can't be sold in their hands?"

"Maybe they will react excessively?" This is what Xu Xin is most worried about.

"Don't worry, the textile guild will not be under their full control." Julian said confidently: "The government and tax officials do not have to worry. No one will come to trouble us. You can even exempt the tariffs. Baron Loris has the ability to do things. Besides these, what else can they do? No, they can do nothing! Perhaps the only thing they can do is to deal with the unsold goods at a price lower than us, like a poor man."

"I hope this is the case." Xu Xin said softly, "The sales in the morning were pretty good. More than 200 were sold in scattered pieces and 8,000 were sold in wholesale. I just saw that some of the big traders' attitudes were not as firm as those of the textile factory owners. They might be the targets they can win over. We just need to re-divider the interests. Well, there is still some time before the opening in the afternoon. Julian, don't you drink a drink?"

"Okay, give me a glass of brandy."
Chapter completed!